Casanova Mga Nobela at Kwento

It was thick and hard like an ATM card with some words chiseled on it. It has a six digit number on it, and a logo of a two tulip flower entangled on each other. Serene read the words on top of the ticket. “Casa Roma.” “The Casa Roma was the prestigious hotel freshly built on the Vianca Island. I'm sure you already heard about that island in the east. I stayed there once and they have the best wine ever in the whole continent. It's a good thing they built an official hotel on that place because resort houses was a bit old fashioned for me.” Sydney had gone through the Vianca Island after college graduation. She met few hunks there, but the tourists on the Vianca Island mostly are womanizer.

Vito set his glass down with a sharp clink and straightened. "Call Luca and the rest of the crew. We're hitting that shipyard tonight. I want this operation buried before sunrise." Marco nodded, already sending out orders. As the room buzzed with activity, Vito glanced over at the window once again. His face, a shadow of his very own ambition, gazed back at him in spectral form. "Carla," he whispered quietly, "do you want war? Fine. You won't be around for its end, however. Carla stood amidst the shadows of towering shipping containers, her eyes scanning the organized chaos of her men loading crates of weapons onto waiting trucks. The distant sound of waves crashing against the docks was a s

CASSANDRA POV "Very clever" I chuckle sarcastically, and before he could respond, a male waiter came to our table. "Would you guys like to order now?" He asked me looking directly into my eyes but didn't once look at Alessandro. "I'll have the beef lasagna, and my wife would like spaghetti," Alessandro intervened, and the waiter wrote our orders down and walked away. "You don't have to be so rude," I said to him. "He was looking at you like he wanted to fuck you," He stated, and I rolled my eyes; I then spread my legs under the table so my pussy was on display and put my hand under the table, circling my clit.

The young girl came back with the tea. "Are you sure, I'm in the right room?" Cassie asked. "Yes, Lady Cassie. You are marrying Master Nathan, correct?" She asked Cassie. "Yes," Cassie said closing her eyes. "Then you are in the right room, lady Cassie. My name is Susan; the house Master would like to know if you accept me as your hand maiden. " the girl asked. "Oh yes of course. Do I need to send him a handwritten note accepting you?" Cassie asked. Susan nodded Cassie quickly wrote a note of acceptance and gave it to Susan.

Xeraphina Cassius swings the door open, revealing a food cart laden with a myriad of plates brimming with delectable Italian dishes. His enticing aroma of the ocean, intertwined with the refreshing scent of ripe watermelon and a subtle hint of rich chocolate, dances through the air, enveloping me. It stirs a mixture of excitement and hunger, causing my stomach to growl. With a mischievous chuckle, Cassius places a plate overflowing with plump raviolis onto my lap, and positions a garlic-butter toasted breadstick nearby.

It was unlikely for Drey not to call us! It would only cost her a minute to call. I could not help but sulk, but I was not blaming her. I was only worried about her. What could have gone wrong? Over the past few days, I researched more about Aris and found out that he was the CEO of the Sandoval Group of Companies. But at the same time, another article popped up that he was an egoistic Casanova. From what I understood, a Casanova is a person who used to break a woman’s heart.

But I have to gather all of my rationality for my future. "I won't think it that way, know why? It's the most wonderful night I ever had. Most wonderful sex I ever had and the most wonderful orgasm I ever had in my life." He said as he reached my hand. "Stop kidding around Casanova. You have a camp, do you?” "I do, but I could cancel that for you." I don't know what he is doing. It's scaring me. Scaring me that I’ll fall in love. "Just go." I shooed him.

Did Curtis send him? “You are Cassandria Bristol-Romano. CEO of Bristol-Romano International. Your brother is Andros, and you moved here a little over a year ago.” Warning bells start going off in my head as I step back when Andros comes over and moves me away as he hugs the man. “Matteo, let me introduce you. Cass, this is my friend and boss, Matteo DeAngelis.” I blink, looking from my brother to this sex god. He is the mafia king, the man who is untouchable.

I walked into ‘Aspiration’ the gaming club that I owned. I would like to call it instead of cassino the way other people pronounced the name as if it was a disease. But in the end, they all came here to enjoy their night. Hypocrisy was everywhere, and now they hid behind million-dollar suits and shoes.

They didn't smell of burn and decay flesh. Naomi walks to the guys and tells them she's tired and wants to go back to her motel room. The Spanish-looking one stands up and escorts her out of the bar. He has wavy and neatly groomed dark blond hair, perfect shaved face except for his chin and mustache area, where you could see his dark blond stubble peeking through. He was shorter than the other one but equally muscled. I mentally named him Casanova. I get up from my chair and prepare to follow them when the bartender clears his throat, making me realize, neither Naomi nor I paid for the beverages. I give him an apologetic smile. I pay for our drinks and follow